Chapter Four

He was bouncing her up and down ramming into her and she threw back her head in ecstasy a wild scream coming from her deep pink lips,                                                                                                                    ‘Oh God, yes Carlos, yes.’                                                                                                                               She cried out as her orgasm overtook her, he could only watch jealously as Carlos gripped her slender hips harder and pounded into her grunting as he found his relief filling her with his seed. Giovanni wanted to kill them both he was so hurt at their betrayal but his lust for her only escalated with his anger. He wanted to possess her, he wanted to own her but more than anything he wanted to fuck her his eyes narrowed and he made a silent vow, somehow, some way she would be his. He left the barn just as quietly as he had arrived and then turned back to it shouting their names as if he had just got there.                                    ‘Carlos, Carlos my friend, are you here? Have you seen Angelina?’                                                                 He called out to them and was not surprised when he saw his friend's tussled head pop out of one of the windows in the hayloft,                                                                                                                          ‘Giovanni, you are back, this is great news, give me a minute and we’ll fucking party.’                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Giovanni swallowed the bile in his throat he had a part to play and he was an excellent actor, he resented his best friend's duplicity and would never rid himself of his jealousy. The rest of that golden summer passed in a blur of laughter and for the young couple, love and when the leaves turned to their autumnal colourful glory Carlos and Angelina knew they did not want to be parted. He sat in the hay barn looking out across the vineyard and sighed, ‘I have to tell her Giovanni.’                                                                 ‘She will understand, my friend and you must do your duty to your Uncle, if you want to keep her close I could always step in for you, it is what a good friend would do, sacrifice his happiness for that of his best friend.’                                                                                                                                                        Giovanni offered and Carlos frowned at him,                                                                                                ‘Are you offering to marry my Angelina to keep her close to us?’                                                                  He asked raising an eyebrow and Giovanni shrugged his shoulders,                                                               ‘If it would help you, my friend.’                                                                                                                 There was a silence and then Carlos barked a laugh,                                                                                   ‘You want her for yourself Giovanni, I’ve always known that, I see the way you look at her and I know you saw us the afternoon you returned from your family.’                                                                                  Giovanni met his cousin's eyes and a flicker of raw jealousy flashed through his eyes that he quickly masked,                                                                                                                                                        ‘Don’t be ridiculous Carlos, Angelina only has eyes for you, she had made it clear since she met you. She would never agree to marry me.’                                                                                                                     He dismissed Carlos with a wave of his hand,                                                                                             ‘Find your own solutions, you got yourself into this mess.’                                                                            He walked away nonchalantly but inside he was raging with jealousy, vowing that somehow he would take Angelina away from his cousin and keep her for himself. The dreams he had about the things he wanted to do to her kept him almost permanently in his shower his hand wrapped around his thick shaft with images of her naked and tied helplessly to his bed fuelling his lust. He did spy on them, he knew all of the places Carlos would take her and it was easy to hide nearby so he could see her naked, his friend loved to get his beautiful girlfriend naked as often as he could.                                                                                        Carlos’ Uncle died suddenly of a heart attack the week before Angelina was due to return to England and a month before Carlos was due to marry his daughter. He had already named Carlos as his heir and as soon as this was confirmed and then ratified in Mafia law he was officially named as the new Don and the first thing he did was end his ‘engagement’. Even though her family tried to force him to go through with it, saying he had made a promise to their daughter and he must honour it he still refused. When he was challenged by her two brothers for shaming her Carlos shot them both dead and told the Mafia Council angrily,                                                                                                                                                                ‘I was forced into this arrangement without my consent so if anyone else would like to challenge my reasons for annulling it they will meet the same fate’                                                                                     No one did and a week later, when he announced that he would be getting married to his beautiful English girlfriend Giovanni refused to accept his decision pretending he was outraged for the granddaughter of the late Grand Don. He even left the country to avoid their wedding ceremony and headed for the USA saying he was being sent away for ‘training purposes’ when everyone knew it was because he was jealous of the groom. He did not care that he had upset the young couple who still believed they were all friends, Carlos had even asked him to be his best man. He had needed an excuse to escape from their obvious happiness there was no way he would stand by and watch the woman he loved with all his heart marry another man. His protestations were ignored, it was proved Carlos had been forced into the engagement when the girls Mother came forward and said it was correct. She loved her daughter and did not want her forced into a loveless marriage and it also meant the girl would have to stay and look after her as her prettier sisters were already married. The happy couple saw no reason to disbelieve Giovanni’s excuses and thought he was just upset because they seemed to have it all now. Carlos was the Don, he was married to the woman he loved and they were living their dream. When they returned from honeymoon their life had carried as normal neither of them ever suspecting the deep resentment and jealousy he carried in his heart. It was only a few weeks later that Angelina discovered she was pregnant, she sat on the toilet seat gazing at the two lines staring back at her.